The man was wearing a floral polo shirt. Meaning,

he’s just like every college guy in Manila out for

a quick fuck. Except, you were out for lunch, and

for once you weren’t in the mood. The server asked

if you wanted the dessert served early, and both you

and the man answered differently at the same time.

Your eyes kept landing in open spaces, and his remained

on your covered chest. When he asked you about

your week, you didn’t say that it was all about him.

But now it was about the kid on the next table,

the flickering letter at the front of the store,

the mall music, everything but him. Perhaps, you

didn’t think he would be that big, and you wanted

so badly that he stayed pocket-sized. And clickable.

After lunch, you watched a movie. And after the movie,

you went home. The rain, like fingertips, you were so

sure of it. The night before, looking at his nudes, you

never knew generosity so sticky and so far away

you wanted to eat your phone. Now, he sent a new

thirst trap. The sharp expanse of his hip, the video

barely panning to his ass. From experience,

you know that you can put an entire fist in your mouth

and come out alive. Today, you just let your phone die.